A Rampaging Heart
(My fiancé and I are lying in bed cuddling between classes.)
Me: “You stole my heart.”
Fiancé: “You always say that like it’s MY fault, like I TRIED to make you fall in love with me. I didn’t steal anything. Your heart ran after me like a stalker!”
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Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
